The thing with slapdash sleep is the dreams are similarly half hearted.
Case in point my sleep from last night which seemed to be marred by some reason and the ensuing dreams that had me reading a rather large book full of typos .
Imagine reading a line like this 'he wen tfar and wi dein distan tlands.'
The entire night my dreams were an imax projection of a crappy novella with horrid typos and I kept reading through them and kept telling myself in that dream that it's just a dream.
Oh to wake up tired and realize the bed has developed fangs for it refused to let go off me, sinking its warmth deep into my shoulder blades, wrenching out yawns and pandiculations and drinking on my energy and to think I've to do this all week, add to that the non stop rains which have drained the weather of all colour and ever since morning I've had to keep the lights switched on to avoid accidents from toppling over a couch.
Yes, it's that dark. Afternoon and mid night are similar hues and I'm beginning to feel the hatred boiling.
But I'll stick on a smile and say nothing.
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